Complain… and Bring Friends Too

“Do you think I could downtown by myself?”

“No. It’s a Friday night.”

“Yeah. That’s what I was thinking.”

“What about you call E and see if she wants to hang out?”

“…That’s a good idea. I’ll do that.”

That was the conversation I had with my mom earlier tonight. I wanted to get out of the house in hopes of getting some writing inspiration.

I’ve been frustrated the last couple of days with how long it’s been taking me to write my blog posts. Once I get inspiration, usually I can write quickly. But apparently, my brain had forgotten that this week. All of this past week’s posts have taken hours upon hours to write. And then today, though I thought about it…

The inspiration just didn’t come. I couldn’t think about a single thing to write about. No matter what I tried — different music, a different chair in the house, talking to people, watching my favorite movies… you name it, I tried it. All of these things always used to give me inspiration. To no avail.

But then. Tonight I found it where I didn’t expect. 

Inspiration came in the form of a coffee shop. And a well-meaning friend.

I called E to ask her if she wanted to join me for a writing expedition. I wanted to go downtown, but not alone. She agreed most readily.

And now here I am.

It’s not brilliant, but I found inspiration tonight in this. 

E was completely herself around me. We drove around, complaining about being unable to find a parking spot. We walked in the chilly weather, complaining about it the whole time. We got cupcakes and complained about the sweetness of the icing.

Why was this inspirational?

Because I’ve been annoyed about things. The people I see and talk to every day already knew this. I needed a place to vent my frustration that was appropriate. Parking. Chilly weather. Cupcakes. All valuable things to be annoyed about. 

Now that I’m sitting in the coffee shop, E on the phone telling another friend about her day while I type away, I am content. I feel inspiration lurking at the edges of my mind. All I have to do is sit here long enough and let it out.

And all of this came from a complaint. I complained about my situation of writing. And my mom had a suggestion, that I took.

We shouldn’t live in complaining. But sometimes life is annoying. And sometimes grabbing a friend, going to a coffee shop, and letting your frustration out over a cupcake and a drink is the best.

Get it out. Because once it’s out, you can start to deal with it.

And that’s when inspiration starts to flow again.

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